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27 February, 2012

Hello, Guten Tag, Hallo, Bienvenue, Bonjour, Salut, Bon soir!Sorry, just testing out the languages of ALL THE COUNTRIES I PASSED THROUGH ON THE WAY TO AUSTRIA.It was amazing. And when I say amazing, I mean genuinely amazing. I really want to do it again, especially as the last two days weren't scary at all! It was such an awesome experience, to make new friends and reconnect with old ones...to have a laugh and share memories...to feel like one big, massive, happy family by the end of it.I won't lie, there were a lot of lows before the highs; but they were just as memorable and...character-building. Let's see...The first skiing day, I got sat on.I very nearly got into a lot of trouble for losing ski equipment.I got rejected, and had to ski the next day when I hated it.I punched a boy in the face, made him bleed (in a public restaurant) and nearly got myself packed off home.And, some other general stuff too. But, on the whole, I'd do it all again, just for the highs...Skiing down my first slope; so pathetic it was nearly horizontal, but I was over the moon for it!Taking on about five different blue slopes straight away, and one and a half reds.Not being freaked by the ski lift.Having so many laughs it was unbelieveable.Forming new friendships.Patching up a lot of stuff on the coach journey home :)The massive snowball fight on the last day that had everyone feeling like a big ole' family.The lovely, lovely hotel owner Maria, and her patience with us, plus her amazing cooking!

It was singularly, one of the best holidays I've ever had. Everyone I went there with has now been changed in my eyes...some for the worse, but most for the better! I wouldn't trade those experiences felt for anything; I would never do it over, even if I was magically endowed with the most amazing, prolific skiing powers! My skiing group (Millie, Ellie, Ed, Tom, Ethan, Dom, Charles, Alex, Henry and Brandon) and my roomies (Millie and Ellie), as well as almost all the girls on our floor, most of the boys on the floor above us, and a few of the teachers, helped to make this holiday emotional, dramatic, troublesome, scary, mental, hilarious, extreme and absolutely unforgettable. Mulbach, I'll never, ever forget you!

Recently, there's been a lot of stuff going on, so I haven't really had too much time to plan out posts. Yeah, that may surprise you, that I actually THINK these things through occasionally :L but, yes, I do. And alas, that planning time has evaded me thus far. So, I'm going to make a list of things I want to write about, and share with all of you; it's so that I can look back at them in the fuure when I have some more time, and set about building up some words to acompany them. So, here we are!Religion v. Science.Ideology.Christianity.The Education System.The Media.Bleeding-Hear Liberalism.Politics in general.Playground politics.

01 February, 2012

First of all, readers, I must hasten to as for your forgiveness. My cumulative post total so far this year has been shockingly bad, and I really should apologise; what little posts I have deigned to write have mostly been self-indulgent crap, basically. Sorry to anyone offended.But this all serves to remind me that really, I have an awful lot to be happy for, and I am pretty happy at the moment so. I'm not going to waste any more time, or any more of YOUR time, readers; because I know time is precious, and if you choose to spend yours reading my brain-words, then I could at least have the decency to make it worthwhile.However; allow me just one last, self-indulgent, emotionally-charged drama...You're hurting? Good.That's better! Now, where were we? Ah, yes, next on the agenda (that reminds me, I really should get my school council badge at some point...thaaaaaanks, blog *cheesy grin* *thumbs up*), anecdotes.I know you probably find this hard to believe dear readers, but at least once every day a moment of upmost comedy occurs, and makes me inexplicably happy for the rest of the day. Two such incidents, I would now like to recall with you. *This would work so much better with a glass of wine, a roaring fire and a cosy armchair*. So, the first. Well, on Monday night, I was knelt adoringly at my parent's feet as they sat on the sofa and exchanged various witticisms regarding their days, and I chupped in with one of mine; it went, that I was sat in french that morning when a random thought occured. Our tumble dryer, I should explain, is housed in the shed in the garden. Until recently (i.e French on Monday), I hadn't really given much thought as to how it was powered. It was only when I was making my lunch that morning that I noticed an errant plug trailing against the wall, up the side of the window, outside, and round the corner of the house. In French, I realised that it was the power lead for the tumble dryer to tumble!!! Until then? I had assumed, naturally, that it was battery-powered...AA's, that is, not even 9V's...oh, the absolute shame of it.My second anecdote? Possibly less humourous...or more so, it depends if you thrive on human misery. If so (you're like me), congratulations! You are entirely NORMAL. Well done. What do you want, a medal? No? A cake? No. I haven't got time. No, seriously. Honestly, just, just go away. Seriously. Go. Now.

Yes, so, the second story. Recently, I did an English exam, of the speaking variety. Now, as I'm sure many of you will empathise with, public speaking curdles the very liquid in my stomach-bag. However, getting that A* is even more important to me than holding on to my breakfast juice (and seriously guys, if you've never had orange and mango juice, get some. Like, right now. Oh my sweet Christ :3), so I gave it a shot. I won't go into the intricacies, but what I will say is that I came back down, and I really felt like I'd properly messed. It. Up. However, I pushed forward...it was fine, I was okay. And I got my results back yesterday, 14/15 which was very, very roughly equivalent to an A*...now, baring in mind this was an actual GCSE graded exam, I was really happy. So, please don't assume that I'm bitching because I didn't get full marks; there were some speakers who were ten times better than me, and for whatever reason, scored three, four, five marks lower, so I'm definitely happy. So yeah; as my English teacher came round to confer with us, her class, I smiled up at her (and I've just realised that she assume I was ticked off...hell's bells, even my happy face is one of absolute displeasure at life...) as she aproached me. ''Ahh, yes,'' she began, rather awkwardly, ''Now, you see Beth, you would've scored full marks in your exam, had you not had those annoying mannerisms of yours...particularly, the ones in your face...''. Well, I was astounded. My immediate response? ''Sorry if I'm too ugly!!''. I told my parents later that evening, and I think they were more irritated then they were amused, which wasn't my intention; I really don't care what some jumped-up, over-qualified teacher thinks of me, or my face. So, I press on, every day. With my ugly face, and my stupid, befuddled brain.